One by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one. Using the number of suppressive hybrids, even if the attacking hybrids are all Canranta, is enough to pose a huge threat to the creature.

Wounds inflicted by psionic blades hung on Opicles' body, and Canranta, who had caused all of this, was unaware of the sorrow in her son's heart. In other words, the glory in his heart has long suppressed his once smart heart.

One Canranta used his body to attract Opicles' counterattack, and as his body shattered and reconstructed, the other Kanranta stabbed Opicles from behind. With Opicris' power pressed to the extreme, Canranta's attack was successful, and Opicris' last arm flew out.

Opicles was no longer able to resist, and the hybrid looked at his severed limb in surprise, looking at the blood and psionic energy gushing from the severed limb, and the light in his eyes became more and more dim.

Finally seeing the dawn of victory, all the canrantas had a resonance with the help of the data network, and a mysterious sense of ritual erupted in their hearts.

Look at that! Kill the traitor! Embrace the glory!

He will wash away this shame eventually!

Refactoring complete! Canranta, whose body had been destroyed by Opicles, was reborn, and the enraged Templar stepped forward and sent a blade of light into Opicris's chest.

"Today, I want to put an end to your shameless betrayal, my son. Justice will eventually return to Darham....."

The light in Canranta's eyes was as bright as the hottest sun burned. In stark contrast, Opicles' eyes no longer glow because of the proximity of death.

"No..... You are not my father, my father...... He is a great hero who will eradicate all heresy and bring glory to ......"

Before he finished speaking, the light in Opicles' eyes completely dissipated, turning into blue stars in the air. The massive body fell to the ground without support. And the stiffened Kanranta watched as the corpse that fell to the ground was cut by the light blade, and the spiritual energy escaped even faster.

He's dead.

With a crunching neck, Canranta looked at Opicles, looked at his dead son, and the glory in his heart was gone.

And the air was suddenly filled with something as thick as asphalt, which weighed on the hearts of every purifier.

They should rejoice, evil has been banished, the Cypros no longer has the disgusting minions of the hybrid, and the glory of Canranta the Purifier has been proven by Opicles' death. But now, the purifier only felt it......

Repression.

"The minions of the Dark Ones have been banished, and we have achieved a perfect victory." The archbishop looked at the direction of Opicles' death, and there was a vague uneasiness in his heart, which he could not see the source of at all: "Together, we will create the future of the astral spirits." ”

The archbishop, who cares about the survival of the whole race, and all his compatriots, but who ignores his affection, said, his words full of great light made Colora Leone nod with difficulty.

"You're right."

Colora Leon continued to stare at the dead Opicles, looking at Canranta, who had been stiffening since he killed his son, and the personality data began to surge.

Not just Colora Leone, it's all purifiers.

Canranta's eyes flickered as he stared at Opicris' dissipating psionic corpse, his limbs shaking.

Each vigilant's body is a perfect artifact, and even after being severely damaged, this body will not be too far from what it was before it was reconstructed. And the reason for Canranta's trembling is that his personality fluctuates violently and unsteadily.

When the turbulent waves of the heart fell like ten thousand suns to the bottom of the sea, when the uneasiness in the heart was like the surging of the earth's crust, this warrior who followed glory, the former hero, knelt down on one knee and knelt beside the corpse of Opicles.

The blade retracted, trembling fingers caressing Opicles' chest, caressing the wound larger than the palm of his hand, which in his hazy memory was an itchy patch of flesh. Whenever he stroked it gently, Opicles, who was still a child, would always giggle.

"No ......"

Canranta finally uttered the character, denying anything he had ever done, kneeling on his last knee and wrapping his hands around the remains of his heir. When the second "no" spurted out with a trembling tail, all the Canranta wrapped around Opicles' corpse.

Artanis frowned, looking at the scene in amazement.

"Did you see them all?"

The two bracers wrapped around Opicles' severed arms made a sound, a voice that the archbishop will never forget.

It's Zhao Yi!

"Father and son kill each other, brothers kill each other, and this is the mission of the birth of all purifiers, and it is also the fate of all purifiers......"

"Shut up! The Purifier is the supreme glory! ”

Artanis roared, he didn't know whether to roar at the rolling bracers on the ground or at that corner of the sky,

He could only yell at Opicles, who was dead in front of him.

It's just a recording, and this one that meets almost everything happens, continues to be broadcast.

"And soon, you don't even have honor."

Zhao Yi's nightmarish voice sounded at last, and Archbishop Atanis stared at the Canrantas, staring at the Purifiers.

"Archbishop!" Atanis's communicator suddenly exploded, and the voice of Phasing Technician Kelax rang out: "Canranta the Purifier's personality mood suddenly fluctuated amazingly! This exceeds the data threshold for mood swings! ”

Something that never happened! A phenomenon that has never been seen before! Artanis didn't realize that Canranta, who had been his ally a second ago, would pose any threat to him.

"He probably ..... Mood swings a bit ......"

"Atanis! Canranta's personality is multiplying rapidly! He tried to take all his bodies! Kelax's voice exploded again, and this time, the archbishop finally knew what Canranta was up to. I couldn't hide my indignation and doubts: "How come? Forced Shutdown of Personality! Kalax! ”

"Nope! I can't do it, I need permission from Colora Leone. He ......"

"Archbishop."

As the Archbishop spoke to Kelax at the Suncore, Colora Leon turned his head ninety degrees to look at Atanis, the aura behind him flickering and shrinking: "Canranta is in ...... I can't control this body, I can't ......"

The aura of energy collapsed with a bang, and in an instant, the body that originally carried the heroic personality of Colora Leone looked at Artanis's gaze as if it had turned into murderous intent.

"Colora Lyon...... You're ......."

Artanis said in horror.

(End of chapter)